Tonight, on CBS ... CSI: New Snore-leans

Nap? Or crime scene?

It's hard to know for sure.

We'll have to call that smug, chubby guy from the crime lab with the smug, chubby beard so he and his beard can come over and be smug and chubby together.

So far, preliminary ballistics, GSR, ninhydrin and DNA testing all point to "sleepy".


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Here At Lady Macbeth Railways ...

"X" marks the damn'ed spot!

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"No, Mr. Bond! I Expect You To Dine!"

While not all blessed with "Bond girl" good looks, some members of the family were forced to work to earn an honest living.

I suspect the same must have been true for Mono- through Septopussy.



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"R2-D2! Have You Seen My Upper Thigh?"

I'm not entirely sure what's going on here ...

... but I think C3P-O may have finally gotten that operation he's always wanted.



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I'll Be Honest, The Internet ...

You know ...

... to tell you the truth ...

... seriously ...

I don't have the first goddamn clue what you want from me anymore.



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Yes, The Rumors Are True.

I am a gigantic nerd.

Need proof?

I see this sign every morning on the train on my way to work.

And every morning ... I mean every single morning ... I am seized by the urge to add: "EXCEPT ON PARTY BUSINESS."

Hobbiton represents, bitchezz.



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I've Finally Figured It Out!

After many, many years of wondering, I think I've finally figured out Charlie Brown's Halloween costume.

He's the ghost of Clyde Barrow!

(With thanks to The Missus for the photoshopping.)

Or maybe he's supposed to be the Ghost of Sonny Corleone.

Not sure how big a cinefile Chuck was.



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